Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2)

by Jenika Snow

  “You’re so fucking tight.” His eyes were still closed, and his voice had gone guttural. Alex dropped his head back to the crook of her neck and used his free hand to grip her thigh, steadying her and keeping her stationed all in the same breath. With every thrust into her, she finally realized what it was to be claimed, and realized that she was already lost for Alex.

  “It feels so good. You feel so good.” He curled his hips into her and buried the rest of his dick in her pussy. They both let out a hard grunt of pleasure, and Mary curled her nails into his back, loving how he filled every single part of her.

  “It’s good, Alex. God it’s good.”

  His breath became quicker when he started thrusting in and out of her, his heavy sack beneath his dick slapping against her ass. It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. The wall was rough on her back, scraping up and down as his pumping increased in intensity. He just held her tighter, just his stretch of one arm to hold her up and fuck her at the same time.

  “More, Alex. God, more.” Here she was, begging him for it harder, faster, and with only a wall separating them and more than twenty people right on the other side. She wanted to be the one to leave marks on his back from the ferocity of what they were doing. A part of her knew that once this moment was over the chances of Alex wanting her again were slim.

  “I like it when you beg for it, baby.”

  He never stopped his steady thrusting. In and out, harder and faster, and Mary was right back there with him.

  “Just feel me, Mary.” His voice was a rough whisper, and when he dragged his tongue up and down her throat, growled in response to her shivering because of his wicked ministrations, she knew she wouldn’t, and couldn’t, stop herself from coming fast and hard.

  The root of his cock rubbed along her clit, back and forth, again and again, and that tightening in her body, signaling her climax rushed to the surface and stole all sanity.

  “I’m close, Alex.” His name came out of her on a gasp as he thrust severely into her, hitting something deep inside that had her inner muscles clenching around him involuntarily.

  “Yeah, that’s fucking it. Tighten around me, make me come right along with you, baby.” He was so strong, so potent, that she felt drunk in his presence, high with his cock inside of her. “Your pussy is so tight, and you feel so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything better, Mary.” He slammed into her, pressing his body fully against hers as he continued to pump only his hips, bringing her closer and closer to coming. Her skin was chafed from the wall, and her thighs ached from how wide they were spread. He bottomed out, pulled almost all the way out until only the tip was lodged inside of her, and repeated the action over and over again. He was an animal, growling and nipping at her neck, rubbing his scruff against her already sensitive skin, and never giving her a reprieve. He moved his hand between their bodies, found her engorged, sensitive clit, and rubbed the little nub back and forth until her orgasm rushed to the surface so fast stars danced in front of her vision.

  Mouth opening, and a cry bubbling up from her throat, she knew she was going to be too loud, but Alex anticipated it and slammed his hand over her mouth and pressed down. God, he was so dominating, so controlling, that her pleasure just continued to climb. Spearing her hands in his hair, she tugged on the strands. He moved his hand from her mouth and slanted his lips to hers, swallowing the last remnants of noise that came from her. With one brutal push into her Alex buried his entire length in her pussy and groaned out his orgasm against her mouth. She felt him swell further, felt the heavy pulse as he emptied himself, and found the sensation exhilarating. Alex sagged against her, his chest rising and falling, compressing hers and causing it difficult for her to breathe.

  His hands clenched against her body. “That was—” The locker room door opening had both of them stilling.

  “Mary, you in here?” The sound of Darcy calling out had both of them tensing.

  Shit, oh shit. They looked at each other for a beat, and then she called out, “Uh, yeah, hold on. I’m fixing...” Shit, what was she fixing? “I’ve got to get my stuff.” Alex leaned back and smirked at her, and she smacked his chest, annoyed. “It was the best I could come up with,” she whispered and shrugged.

  “What, ashamed of me?” he said just as low. He was teasing her, and she couldn’t help but smile even if she was freaking out.

  “Shh.” She pushed him away and gasped when he slid out of her. A soft groan left him, and Mary bit her lip, hoping Darcy couldn’t hear. “No, I’m not ashamed, but I don’t want to be caught having sex with a guy in the locker room.” She started adjusting her clothing as quickly as possible.

  “You okay? I saw Alex and wondered how things are with you two, but then you hauled ass out of there and I got my answer.” Darcy’s voice didn’t get any closer. When she was fully dressed, she glanced down at herself and made sure everything was where it should be, and then glanced at Alex. He was still naked and now leaning against the lockers in all his glory. He had gotten rid of the condom, but his dick was still semi-hard, and a flush of heat moved through her. Why couldn’t she top staring at his piercing?

  Because you’ve never seen anything like that in person before.

  She mouthed to Alex, “Why aren’t you getting dressed?” His smile widened, and he brought his finger to his mouth to gesture for her to be quiet.

  “Mary?”

  “I’m almost done.”

  “What are you doing?”

  Shit. “Getting my stuff, but I had to change my … underwear.” She closed her eyes and grimaced. Underwear? When she glanced at Alex it was to see his wolfish grin.

  “Uh, underwear? What, you all sweaty from doing half an hour on the treadmill?” Darcy started laughing. Mary grabbed her bag that was haphazardly on the floor and slung it over her shoulder.

  “Something like that.” She walked past him, but he grabbed her hand before she turned the corner. He pulled her in close, and before she knew what he was doing his mouth was on hers and he swept his tongue in her mouth. And just like that she was wet all over again, and really did need to change her panties. He broke the kiss, and Mary leaned forward, seeking more. He gave her a lopsided grin, and her cheeks heated. Damn him. Mary couldn’t help smiling back.

  He leaned in close so his mouth was right by her ear. “I’ll call you later, yeah?” Her heart stuttered, and she found herself nodding. “Good.” He kissed her again, but there was no tongue, just a light press of his lips against hers. “Now, you better go or she’ll come around the corner and see my goods.” He tapped her on the kiss, and she made a little noise.

  Before Darcy did come around the corner she left Alex standing there naked, her cheeks still hot from what they had done. “Sorry.”

  “Girl, what in the hell were you doing back there?” Darcy looked curious, even peeked around Mary’s shoulder. Mary grabbed Darcy’s arm and tried to steer her away, but Darcy dug her heels in the ground. “Wait a minute. Why in the hell did you haul ass out of there? Was it because of Alex? I thought you were just tutoring him so he’d go with you to your sister’s wedding? You guys fighting again? Did that asshole make some other dick-wad comment?” Darcy’s rapid-fire questions had Mary’s head spinning.

  “Can we talk about this at home?” Darcy’s expression didn’t flicker, but as she roamed her eyes up and down Mary, and that confusion slowly vanished, and in its place was a shit-eating grin.

  “Oh. My. Fucking. Go—” Mary used all her strength and pulled Darcy out of the locker room, because no way in hell did she want Alex hearing whatever was about to come out of her roommate’s mouth.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “What in the hell are you doing?” Darcy was all but laughing as Mary moved through the gym so fast she felt the fighters stopping what they were doing to watch. “I’ll call you later, Mica.” Darcy called out behind her. Once they were outside Mary let go of Darcy and stared at her. “Alex was in the locker room with you, wasn’t he?” By the heat th
at covered every part of Mary, and the hundred-watt grin on Darcy’s face, Mary knew her friend was aware of what she hadn’t said aloud. Darcy leaned forward, and in a hushed, but excited voice said, “Oh. My. God. You slept with him, you slut.” She looked around, but Mary knew she wasn’t nearly done interrogating her. “Is he big? Oh, God, I bet he is. I knew he fucked you by the ‘I just got screwed good and hard look’ written all over your face.” Darcy kept going on and on, and Mary glanced around, feeling even more humiliated.

  “Shh, Darcy. You’re so loud.” Scrubbing a hand over her face and then up to her hair, Mary knew her face heated further when she felt her ponytail hanging lopsided. “Yeah, okay I did have sex with him.” Darcy took her hand, and they started walking to the curb, but before they made it back to the alleyway and to Darcy’s car the sound of the gym’s front door opening stopped them.

  “Can I give you girls a lift?” They turned around, and Alex walked up to them. Mary’s heart immediately started pounding. He had a different pair of shorts on and a black t-shirt, but all she could picture was him naked and thrusting into her. “It’s not really safe to be walking alone downtown. Mica shouldn’t have let you guys come here alone. He should get his ass beat because of it.” His face was a hard mask, and he tilted his head to the side and gestured for them to follow. They looked at each other, and then at Alex as he walked over to a truck parked next to the curb.

  “You will give me details later, girl,” Darcy whispered, and Mary couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course Alex had no problem navigating through traffic and circling back around so he could park next to Darcy’s car. There was a moment of awkward silence.

  Mary opened the door, but Alex’s deep voice stopped her.

  “Mary, can I talk to you for a moment?”

  Darcy cleared her throat. “I’ll, uh, leave you two alone for a moment.” Mary wasn’t looking at Darcy, but she could hear the smile in her friend’s voice. Why was the truck so freaking warm all of a sudden? Darcy gave Mary two thumbs up once she was out of the car and she prayed Alex hadn’t seen it, but when she looked at him, saw his grin, she knew damn well he had.

  “Your friend seems nice, although if she’s seeing Mica she must be a little rebel.” That she was.

  Mary put a stray piece of hair behind her rear that had fallen from her ponytail. She didn’t know what to say, but sure as hell wasn’t going to let him see how nervous she was. When he didn’t start talking she decided to just get this over with.

  “What did you want to talk about?” His amusement from only seconds before was now gone, and Mary’s heart raced even faster.

  He looked out the window, and then after a long couple of seconds turned back to her. “I want to take you on a date.” For a moment all she could do was stare at him, because as silly as it seemed, even after they had just had sex, this was so not what she thought he would be telling her.

  “I mean, shit.” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked out the windshield. Without looking at her again he said, “I wanted to do this right, but then, well, the whole locker room thing.” His grin was back, and she felt her cheeks become fire hot. “I’m going to be honest. I’ve never done this before. You know, asked a girl out, not even in high school.”

  Oh. Wow. If that wasn’t a bit unnerving and a little bizarre, but then again girls wanted from Alex what he wanted from them, and it wasn’t about fancy wine glasses or easy conversation.

  “A date?” She felt like a major bitch for saying that so incredulously.

  “Yeah. Pretty fucking crazy, I know.” His voice was void of emotion, and she knew she had offended him.

  Before she stuck her foot in her mouth again she said, “I’d really like that, Alex.” A flicker of surprise moved across his face, and then he was grinning. “I mean we did sleep together and all, and I’d look kind of easy if I didn’t accept.” When he chuckled she started to as well, thankful the mood was a little lighter.

  He leaned forward and kissed her, right there, no doubt in front of Darcy. “I think I love you.” He was smiling when he pulled back and she knew his words weren’t in the literal sense, but that didn’t stop her heart from skipping a beat. “You free tomorrow? I want to make plans before you realize you just agreed to go out with me and change your mind.”

  It was her turn to laugh, but it was more of the nervous variety. She hadn’t gone out with a guy in years, but this wasn’t just any guy.

  “Yeah, I really would like to go out with you, Alex.” The tension and awkwardness in the truck dissipated, and giddiness settled inside of her. Mary could handle the truth, could handle being one of the girls who’d experienced one night in the star quarterback’s bed, so to speak, but what she hadn’t anticipated was the heartfelt apology Alex gave her, or the explanation of why he had acted the way he did at Tainted, or him asking her on a date after he already had her. She had braced herself for the worst, and enjoyed the best, and right now she was uncertain of what lay ahead. That scared the shit out of her. She would just have to go with the flow, and hope she didn’t drown in the process.

  ****

  Alex was nervous with a girl, and that was something he had never experienced before. He sat across from Mary at The Refectory, a restaurant that specialized in American and French cuisine. It was one he had passed on more than one occasion, but never in his life did he think he would be sitting within it on a date. What was sad was he hadn’t even had anything formal to wear, not living in Columbus. So he had gone to Brooks Brothers and purchased a pair of slacks and an oxford so he looked somewhat presentable. He had worn a getup like this before, years ago, but being in Mary’s presence in such an unusual setting, for him anyway, had his palms sweating and his heart racing. He felt like a damn teenager all over again.

  “This place is amazing.” Mary lifted her wine glass and took a sip. He followed her gaze to the high ceiling with the thick wooden beams, and down to the brick walls that surrounded them. “I’ve always wanted to come here, but never had someone to go with and didn’t want to come alone.” Her cheeks turned pink, and he couldn’t help but grin. It really didn’t take much to embarrass her, even if she was the one doing that to herself.

  “Yeah, me, too.” It wasn’t really a lie, because until he had met her he hadn’t cared about places like this. But once she said yes to going on a date with him, he knew he wanted to take her here. They had just finished up their meal, and now a comfortable silence settled between them.

  “Did you like dinner?” She had gotten some kind of chicken and pasta dish, and on several different occasions he had found himself drawn to her eating. At times she acted so sensual about eating, and had even moaned lightly with each bite. If she had he didn’t doubt her cheeks would have been in a constant state of redness.

  “It was delicious.” Her smile was brilliantly white, and male satisfaction filled him.

  “And you’re enjoying the evening?” God, why was he acting like a pussy all of the sudden? He had never felt so unsure about his actions until this very moment.

  “Of course, Alex.” Damn, the way she said his name was like fingers traveling along his body. Now it was his turn to blush. He leaned back in his seat and brought his beer mug to his mouth. He could still picture her opening the door when he picked her up earlier. She had looked stunning, and he didn’t think he had ever used that word to describe a female, but he sure as fuck did with her. He was doing a lot of things he normally didn’t do. She was wearing a strapless white dress with lacy looking flowers scattered around it, and the slight swells of her breasts gently rose above the top of the neckline. He had sported instant wood when he had first seen her. It wasn’t just about how fucking hot she was, or that he felt so nervous around her, it was also about the way her smile seemed to light up the whole damn room, and how every time she turned that smile on him he felt lost.

  “Alex?” He blinked a few times and realized he had been staring at her chest as his thoughts wandered. “Are you okay? You didn’t answe
r me.”

  “I’m sorry, I was just thinking.”

  “Lost in thought, huh? Or do you mean looking at my boobs?” He chuckled for her calling him out.

  Alex grinned. “What can I say? You’re gorgeous, and when I’m around you I can’t think clearly.” He hadn’t said it to embarrass her further, but once again her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “You blush a lot.” He took a drink of his beer and looked at her over the rim. She glanced down and started playing with her napkin.

  “Yeah, it’s a curse. I can’t hide what I’m thinking or feeling because I turn redder than a tomato.” He didn’t say anything because he wanted her to look at him. When she did he leaned forward, took her hand, and brought it to his mouth to give her a light kiss on her knuckles.

  “I like that I make you blush.” His voice was low, and he made sure to hold her gaze with his own. He was such a sucker for her, but it felt damn good. “Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.” He kept her hand in his and stared into her eyes. They were such a pretty shade of blue, and contrasted with the darkness of her hair.

  “There really isn’t anything to tell. I’m a pretty boring person.” He didn’t believe that for one minute, not with the fire she had behind her eyes, or the way she could give as good as she could take.

  “I don’t believe that.” She lowered her eyes, and he wished he could hear what she was thinking. “How about I start first, yeah?” She looked at him.

  “All right.”

  “I have a sister that’s your age, so three years younger than me. She started dating this guy that I hated. I thought he was an asshole and used girls.” All of a sudden he felt shame, because for all the shit he had given Reese, and the fact he had warned Kiera about him, Alex was no different. Here he was, telling her something he never told anyone else, because he didn’t even fucking realize what a damn douche he truly was. “Honestly, I don’t know why I am the way I am.” Shit it was crazy to say this stuff aloud, especially to someone that he cared about. “I have used girls, no doubt made them feel like shit, but never thought twice about it. My sister and her boyfriend are pretty serious. I hated him for how he hurt her, and let his reputation and rumors on how he fucked a lot of girls make this toxic pool inside of me. But time went on, and they made up, and are now living together. For as much crap as I gave him, he ended up being really a stand-up guy and a hell of a lot better than me.” She didn’t respond, but there was no judgment in her face. “I was shitty to him, kicked his ass because he hurt my sister, but it all turned out to be this huge misunderstanding.”